
Troy came to bed at 11 last night. I said, 'What are you doing here?" He told me that since he only has 8 nights left with me here he ought to switch his schedule. He has been staying up until 1 or 2 am for many weeks --- it is his "alone" time. He'll have lots of that in September. I am glad God did not make me a military wife. I feel high anxiety about the 32 days without Troy, I could never deal with long deployments -- how terrible for those ladies.
Rusty and Cheryl from the Bercy Orphanage came over last night. They brought Britt a night-time stitches patient. She sewed up his lip, he never made a peep. It was the son of one of their employees. They are such nice people. I have no idea how they deal with traveling so often. They live in Northern Florida and come to Haiti at least 7-14 days almost every month. That would take it out of you. It is easier to just stay put.
Troy and Britt are headed to Port with Mme Pierre. Paige and I are going to plug away at the list, watch Noah closely, and hopefully watch one of the illegally re-copied movies that a former missionary kid sent us. ;)
A friend we ran into yesterday claims that I "dropped" since two weeks ago. I have just begun to feel different --- different big or different awkward - so maybe she is onto something. Peter ASKED, so I was telling him how sick of it I am --- he said some really sympathetic thing like "Yeah, that is just the way it is." His wife is due the same time as me. I guess he used up all his sympathy on her.
That's all I know. Have a great day!